She loved the exultant freedom of birds
Soaring, dipping, diving, gliding, exciting.
At a county fair, she spied a pair of parrots.
Bought them, brought them home and taught
Them to sing. Anguished at keeping them caged,
One day in spring, without a word to the birds,
She opened the little gate to their cage
And sobbing, watched them fly away. Seventy
Years later at 92 she had taken up painting
And presented me with a pair of parrots
Flying away. She didn’t have to say a word,
It was all there making me aware that her long
Long life had not eroded her love for flying free.
Wow...quite a story/memory, Glen! Hoostie was an amazing, kindhearted woman :) You follow in her path and share her love of all living things. Thanks for sharing.
This is lovely, Glen! Your mother would be proud!!